A Place for Book Lovers

I stood there licking my dry lips. I have an addiction.  “You’re having a shopping high,” my niece/sister, Sheree, said with a laugh. Her slender figure crouched over the high quality material while I bounced my baby girl on my hip. I looked at the books tightly stacked in shelves around the shop. The most expensive being three dollars. The cover smooth and barely touched. The pages used but still crisp. “I think you’re right,” I said. Handing the cash[Read more]